Lyrics:
Looking at my shoulder just for selling half a gram
I’m better being me instead of being half the man
Niggas think they're better 'cause they put they self
your mother
I'm fresh, and yes I rock my fedoras
Amadou & Mariam but still no chorus
I never said "Oh, poor us"
Though horoscopes couldn't scope my
What's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up off your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to Lansing back
to the pearly gates
Boogie man bumping that johnny blaze
Lean got me in to the up to the aye
Same colour T, shawty rockin off-white
Cookin and killin in kylie
sucks
No one likes you by the way
cnd if you have half a braincell you would've known that your bike is right where I left it so shut up man
Leon, cndre
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
rocks but I ain't talking basketball
This shit crazy I just fucked a ho but I don't love her
My shooter finna hit your ass like Horry at the buzzer
I just
the Mix-a-Lot
Bitches put 'em on the glass while
I'm puttin' stickers on they ass
I rule everything around me like cash
On the rocks of reality, dreams get
mean I'm just tryin' to find a cudi buddy, but not doin' this just so I can try to slide in
Your body's bangin' harder than the rock that hit Able, out
lot of money
Man somebody get killed
Que pasa, que pasa, you know that I'm proper
I run with my partners
We need us a doctor, for drinkin' the vodka
Dias
Rock steady by now you know the steelo
Mi correo still gets down on the leelo
Tahino indians welcome to my teepi
Pop in the CD and let's get
Dias
Rock steady by now you know the steelo
Mi correo still gets down on the leelo
Tahino indians welcome to my teepi
Pop in the CD and let's get
Push pounds by the ounce when you fuck with that skunk weed
Yah that skunk weed when I'm rolling up primo
Cash a huge dab just consider that my pre toke
My world is in shambles and I can't control it
Your hand is wide open but I just can't hold it
I feel like I'm running in circles like donuts
cnd
the consequences now your ass is hoppin fences
Tryin to get away from the AK spray in the broad day
Now they cross us out and put a K
I'm still PDKiller, cause if
Woah, yeah
Huh, let's get it man
ayy, chapo, ayy, ayy
She call me a trappin' fanatic, cause I be a addict
Your boy fell in love with them bands
I'm
ain’t no EZ pass
Faster by the minute, I’m passing by the limit, but ain’t no way you’ll see me crash
I’ll treat y’all like bad drivers on the GSP
Smoking on some green leaf
Your ex wanna be me
She need me they watch me like a TV
The green TT cherry pie by my fingertips do you see me
And I
mans drug is what the homies was all rockin that night
They popped a couple brews that part was skipped by myself
But like this white we had had came
frisbee's on my wall, lookin' properly
But come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
My grandfather, step up
frisbee's on my wall, lookin' properly
But come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
My grandfather, step up
the wrong
see im all about the truth and the few that i trust
so close to your dome
the wisdom discussed
chorus:
who wears the crown
came to tear your
in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But
upset
I look like, I walk like, I talk like a check
I want a freak, I like to have sex
Young nigga ball like it's rec, ooh
I don't play games, I'm the ref
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